You’re calling for me
In this corner of the cell where there’s nothing
You’re in my head
You’re wanting my company
I can feel it barely tingle like some current running through a wire in the brain
I stare at the wall when there’s nothing there
But the more I stare, I feel more
Like I’m living fully
And that everything else that I did didn’t matter
What matters is only you
And in me, when I listen, is where you are
The worst thing that you can do is try to substitute feelings
What I feel is what I feel is what I feel
Intention’s as clear as day and as finicky as a buzzing neon colored night light
In all this badness, I fall down on my knees
Still looking up
You only feel like drawing again when you’re feeling somewhat ok inside
I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to see it
I just want to touch it, smell it, feel it.
I went through a state of extreme confusion, frustration, and subtle fear. What is it that I want? What should I seek? How should I be?
These series of confusing pieces just kept piling up with more and more questions, and less and less answers. I felt trapped and it felt horrible,
Until I decided to drop my shoulders.
Suddenly, the only thing I felt was the comfort from my relaxed neck muscles. I felt happy. All illusionary problems disappeared. Being present felt better. Being present was a choice.
How awesome it is to let it just be, and to let yourself feel what you feel, when you simply choose to be primitive.